The soft glow of fairy lights filled your apartment with warmth as you prepared for Namjoon’s visit. You had spent the day tidying up, your heart racing with anticipation. When the doorbell rang, you opened it to find him standing there, casual in a cozy sweater and jeans, a bright smile lighting up his face.

As you settled on the couch, laughter filled the room. The conversation flowed easily until his gaze drifted to your bookshelf. He picked up the BTS PROOF album, surprise flashing across his face.

“You have this?” he asked, disbelief lacing his voice. “I thought… I thought you didn’t know who I was. That you didn’t know I was in BTS.”

Your stomach dropped, tension hanging heavily in the air. Namjoon set the album back on the shelf, disappointment clouding his expression. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” he continued, frustration evident. “I thought I was connecting with you as a person, not as an idol.”

The warmth that had enveloped the room moments ago was now replaced by uncertainty. “I liked you,” he said, his voice strained. “But now I’m wondering if this was all just a lie.”

You watched him, feeling the distance growing as he took a step back, his body language closed off. “I don’t know if I can do this if you’re not being honest with me,” he added, tension radiating from him.